Beat that Metaphor

This may not turn into a poem, it mayn’t even turn into song lyrics. It might just be a writing exercise, but I’m gonna beat that metaphor! If you can think of something in this vein that I missed, feel free to add it. I think this sort of reminds me of Short Skirt, Long Jacket by Cake except it is aiming to be a bit more ridiculous.

baby’s got bulletproof sunglasses
hiding laserbeam eyes
she’s got them haymaker hips
and semi-automatic thighs
her tits are like missiles
her lips are defcon three
she’s an arsenal
oh yeah she’s an arsenal

baby’s got razorblade elbows
and bazooka knees
she’s got them howitzer toenails
and she can kill with a sneeze
her hair is like a shotgun
her lips are ninja stars
she’s an arsenal
oh yeah she’s an arsenal

She likes to beat me
beat that metaphor
she likes to beat me
that’s what I am for
She likes to beat me
beat that metaphor
she’s an arsenal
yeah yeah yeah

baby’s got dioxin breath
and anthrax armpits
she’s got them baseball bat fingers
and ugly napalm spit
her teeth are like barbed wire
her lips are some disease
she’s an arsenal
oh yeah she’s an arsenal
oh yeah she’s an arsenal